Chapter 140: What a coincidence, we meet again!

Speaking objectively, Wang was far from greasy in his younger years.

An average height, his figure not yet bloated, with no large belly and not such a round face — of course, his head still looked big.

The young master was wearing a pair of Hermès slippers, a T-shirt on top and boxers below, his wrist adorned with a particularly eye-catching Richard Mille watch, his face set in an impressive scowl, but the dark circles under his eyes made Su Huai want to laugh a little.

Su Huai, of course, didn't laugh, just calmly watched the other party, wondering how he intended to deal with this absurd conflict.

The result...

...was a barrage of curses right off the bat.

"You fucking idiot! Are you sick in the head?! Filming your mom's ass were you?!"

Su Huai was stunned for a moment.

How should that feeling be described?

A bit surprised, yet as if it was expected, suddenly evoking a sentiment that it was indeed as legendary as its reputation suggested.